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Oh, my gosh.

Are you eating shards of glass?

It's Crunch Berries.

Well, could you please chew them a little quieter

or add some marshmallows?

I'm working, and I really need to concentrate.

Mm! Sorry, we're not all environmental warriors

trying to save the world every second of the day.

Neither are you! What is this?

Green Swipe?

"A dating app for earth lovers"? Yes.

I want my lover to love her mother. Mmm.

After Charlotte, I don't want to hide the real me anymore.

I want any potential ladies to know the real Edward.

So I need this profile to be the epitome of me.

You should consider it,

given the fact that you're always alone

and watching true crime and eating Flamin' Hot Cheetos.

The drama's as spicy as the snack.

And I've been on apps. They're not for me.

I mean, seriously, what do you learn from somebody by asking them,

"What are your three items

you'd bring to a deserted island?"

That's...dumb.

Where your priorities lie, critical-thinking skills,

ability to analyze a disaster scenario?

Meh. That's all so complicated.

Oh, I'm just so glad I am not in a rush

to get into another relationship.

I'm just relieved to know that your very arid dry spell's

a choice that you're making

instead of choice that others are making for you.

I was beginning to think that you might be a spinster, Nell.

How am I a spinster?

I don't have any cats.

Okay, I-I-I don't weave for a living.

And I-I-I -- I do play bingo,

but that's only if a drag queen is calling it.

Hey!

Plus, I recently got out of a very long relationship.

I guess maybe if you consider the history of the cosmos,

it's recent.

Suck an egg, Edward.

I'm doing just fine.

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So, I've just been thinking, it's time, you know?

I definitely needed to take a little while

to get myself over Phillip,

but, honestly, he was the last person I got naked with,

and that is just not okay anymore.

Ooh. So what is the plan?

I'm gonna have a fling.

Well, I'm very supportive of you getting out there

and getting some.

You know, just, uh -- just be careful.

I mean, you just have a history of falling

into relationships kind of fast.

Ohh! Which is a good thing.

It means you feel very big feelings.

I've just never known you to just hook up with somebody

and not get attached. Well, that was the old Nell.

This is the new Nell -- "Playa' Nell."

Eh! I'm trying to get into it. Yeah.

Well, it's just gonna all be about hot and steamy sex,

no strings, no baggage.

Well, I am here for it. Mm-mm.

Ooh, speaking of hot and steamy... Oh.

...the sexiest thing happened last night.

So, Keith was making dino nuggets for the kids,

and this huge fly landed on the counter.

Uh-huh. And so he just -- Bap!

Oh. Kicked the oven door closed with one leg

while holding a whole tray of hot nugs.

He then just killed the fly with the other hand.

It was so hot.

Because you had sex after that?

Oh, God no. We were so exhausted,

we just fell asleep in separate rooms

after we had put the kids down. Mm.

And now that I see that look on your face,

I am really regretting sharing that.

Sorry. Hey.

Just e-mailed you your next obit.

Oh. Oh.

A dog?

Oh, I love this one.

Scout was a real hero.

He saved over 200 people

in his career as a search-and-rescue dog.

He even got a medal for it.

Oh.

Wow. I mean, all my rescue dog does

is run into screen doors and bite my children.

I'm pretty sure Princess Mango Chicken is a coyote.

No. Yes.

Oh, my God. Look at you.

Who's a cute, little baby boy? Yes.

Look at that little jacket.

Who's a handsome boy?

Well, I guess that would be me.

And it's Banana Republic.

But, you know, I really think

they upped their game this season.

No. Oh, I was -- I was just watching,

like, an Instagram video with a dog in it.

Ah. Not you, of course.

Uh, but I'm sure you do real well on Instagram.

Well, my makeup tutorial page

has gone viral a few times.

So I'm in the presence of a celebrity?

Yeah, kinda.

Mm.

I'm James. Lexi: Attention!

Hi, James. Hi.

I'm -- My name's Nell. Announcement, everyone!

I'm Nell. Nell.

Your leader has an announcement. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. James?

That's me. Oh, yes.

I remember that from two seconds ago.

James?!

I also have to go, too. Okay. Okay, after you.

Everyone, I would like to introduce James Gorski.

Man: Hey. James is a war correspondent

who has done some freelance work for the paper over the years.

And we are so excited to have him back for a few days.

Now, that James Gorski, he could kill a fly.

You know what I'm saying? Girl, I'm gonna need you to raise the bar

right up off the floor for me, please. While James is here,

we'll be launching a new on-air segment

with our local ABC News affiliate.

And as I have a minor in film studies,

and a major in talent, I will be your director.

Or auteur, if you will.

Shh, Mason.

That's French for "Shh."

Thank you, everyone!

So, uh, what about James, huh?

Could he be my fling?

Ooh, the world-traveling Casanova

whose schedule doesn't allow for a relationship.

I would consider it a betrayal if you didn't.

Okay, this is great. In and out, no feelings,

and then he's gone.

Amazing. Mm!

Byyye! Happy for us.

Lexi, I love the idea of James doing on-air segments,

but he'll be gone soon.

And it'd be a shame if we couldn't keep it up.

You know, unless we had a replacement.

Ah! I see what you're saying.

I need to find someone as talented and charming as James.

Me! Uh...

I'm sorry.

I-I meant me.

Listen, in my second year of journalism school,

we had to choose a track.

I wanted to do TV, but my professor recommended

I do journalism, so that's what I did.

Mm. But I always wondered...

what would've happened if I had chosen the other path?

This is my chance to find out.

Like Gwyneth Paltrow in "Sliding Doors,"

but with fewer turtlenecks.

Oh, that's beautiful.

I always love hearing about my employees' dreams.

Thank you. Hello? Fake phone call...

...to get out of awkward situations?

Oh, hi! I was just going to call you!

Oh, no, he's not getting in the elevator.

Right. Yes.

Peas and carrots, peas and carrots.

Yes.

Yeah.

"Rescued from the pound at the last moment,

Scout went from the dog nobody wanted

to a decorated search-and-rescue dog

who was beloved by his handler

and the entire Pasadena community."

You like it?

Nice.

You know, I love how you reinvented yourself.

Yeah. It's very inspiring.

I'm gonna reinvent myself, too.

♪♪

Oh, no. Oh, no. What is happening?

Oh, God, we were so flirty, and now I'm freezing.

♪♪

Oh, okay.

♪♪

Man, you really are a rescue dog.

I'd give you a treat if I could.

Oh, uh-oh.

Okay, I appreciate the suggestion,

but I think twerking might be a little too forward.

Oh, I -- Tha-- I didn't mean that for you.

♪♪

Oh, hey. Hey.

There you are.

I, um -- I was worried you got lost.

I haven't seen you around all day.

Oh, you were looking for me, huh?

Are you gonna push the button?

Uh, yeah.

I -- Is that how it works? Mm.

I've never actually ridden in an elevator before.

Well, you're gonna be waiting a long time

unless you learn how to push the button.

Hm.

Here, I'll show you.

♪♪

Oh, that was fast.

Which is out of character for this elevator.

I'll keep that in mind.

♪♪

Should we push the button again?

Well, that depends.

Hm?

Are we still talking about elevators?

♪♪

Hi. Hi.

Hi!

Hi?

What are we doing?

Well, there's a news update.

I'm not sure if you heard.

But, um...

I got Gorski'd.

What are you gonna do next?

Are you gonna see him again?

I have no idea.

I didn't call him. We didn't text.

And I didn't skim his Instagram, so...

Welcome to my renaissance.

Or re-Nell-aissance.

Pretty good, right?

I am genuinely so impressed with you right now. Mm.

I did not think that you were capable of having a fling.

And I am so happy I was wrong.

Huh.

James, uh, texted me eye emojis.

Wha-- What d-- What does that mean?

I -- It...

It means he's got eyes on you.

And he's looking at you right now.

Oh, he did the thing with the eyebrows.

And he is texting. He's texting. Hm.

Is he texting you? He's texting.

He wants to go out for drinks later.

Sure.

What. Ever.

You are "whatevering" that?

I told you, I'm trying out a thing.

I wish I could have some of that

"sexy eyes, passionate sex in the office" sex energy

that you and James have got going on.

Maybe you guys just need to get out of the house

and away from the kids a bit, you know?

Oh, you and Keith can come and have drinks with James and me.

No. You don't want some of this boring marriage energy

all over your sexy non-date.

Come!

You helped me get some.

Let me help you get some.

I mean, we have not been on a grown-up night out in awhile.

No dino nuggets. Oh.

No diaper bags.

Just the four of us and whatever red wine

Cricket's got a special on.

You know, if it does not work out with Keith,

I'm genuinely coming for all of that.

There's a line, baby.

Get in line.

So, I'm thinking that we push in on James, à la Kubrick,

then we cut to a De Palma-esque low POV --

wide angle, of course.

I'm thinking 40 millimeter lens.

Boom. Stool explodes, giant popcorn everywhere.

You're going to be shooting this on your phone.

Guerilla style, like Scorsese's "Mean Streets."

I can work with that.

Great.

Knock, knock!

That's just a little mime work.

Okay.

Not sure if you guys are familiar.

Ooh, those bags are...

Listen, I know you think I might not be able

to be an on-air personality once James leaves.

But allow me to change...your...mind.

Oh, boy. Good evening.

In a sleepy cul-de-sac in Altadena,

there sits a cat...

Dennis, I already told you.

...with no tags and no collar,

just a cute face and a single whisker.

A local southbound train just crashed into an oil tanker.

Go.

I'm -- I'm sorry. What?

If you want to be an on-air personality,

you have to be ready for anything.

Now, come on, Dennis.

There's bodies, there's oil, there's feathers.

Where -- Where did the feathers come from?

I don't know. You tell me. I mean, you're on the scene.

Yes, okay.

Uh, this just in from downtown --

a collision between a train and an oil tanker

and a...chicken.

Hot Dog Hut just had a Listeria outbreak,

and people are defecating in the streets.

Oh! This just in from,

uh, uh, Northern Hollywood.

There's all kinds of slippery situation there

between people and their --

Uh-oh, earthquake! Uh, yes.

Breaking, a 6.2 earthquake with an epicenter at chicken --

D-Damn it!

Bro. Big yikes.

Double yikes.

Thank you for your time.

♪♪

Edward: Why do these dating apps

put a word limit on their prompts?

It's asking, do you like sushi?

Yeah, but I need to be thorough.

There's a lot of different kinds of sushi.

You know, there's nigiri, there's sashimi,

there's chirashi.

Do they put vinegar in the rice? Mm-hmm.

I also would like to share my opinions on imitation crab.

News flash -- They're negative.

Don't you want to leave just a little something for mystery?

Hey, Cricket. Could I grab a few more candles?

I just want to set the mood. See?

Now, this -- this is how romance is done. Mnh!

Nell is gonna go out there with that Adonis,

and they're gonna look in each other's eyes

and drink some wine

and peel back the layers in real time.

Oh, no. This is not actually a date.

No layers to peel.

I'm just trying to get Sam to have sex with her husband.

You know, there's an app for that.

Wait, wait, so -- so how old are your kids?

Oh, they're --

No, we are not gonna talk about kids tonight.

-Mm-hmm. -Ah.

Yes, thank you so much.

Why don't you, um, tell them about

one of your reportings from, like,

an erupting volcano or something.

Ah, well, actually, I did do that.

What? Yeah. No, Fiji 2021.

You guys, remember? I actually, um --

I had to get choppered out of that thing.

Huh. We have very similar lives.

Yeah? We've seen "Moana" like 37 times.

The songs are on a constant loop in my mind.

No, no. No, no.

"Moana" is not welcome here. We're adults.

Come on, pick up your glasses.

Yay! Cheers!

Nell: Oh, no, no, no, no. No.

We're adults having a sexy time.

W-We cut our own food.

Cheers!

Oh, no. No, no.

No yawning. More wine.

Come on. Cheers!

You look really beautiful in all this candlelight.

You know, we haven't lit a candle

in a very long time.

Oh. Open flames around children...

So dangerous.

-Oh, no. -Oh...

You've gotta be kidding me.

What? Tilly got her hand stuck in the toilet again.

What? This keeps happening.

I don't know what she's looking for.

No, no, no, no! Stay!

She's in a safe place, and she has plenty of water!

I just wanted to say, I don't think men should be

afraid to compliment other men.

You're very handsome. He's very handsome.

Okay, let's go. James: Thank you.

Keith: Such a pleasure.

Well, that was a total bust.

Oh, I don't know. I had a pretty good time.

Yeah. No, yeah, for sure, of course.

It just -- Meh.

Oh! So, do want to, I don't know,

go make out in the ladies room?

Or we could go back to your hotel room.

Or we could, um, stay here and talk.

Get to know each other better.

It's pretty beautiful out right now.

Is it? I mean...

These, like, metal chairs get really cold.

And the smell from the trash in the alley,

it's really funky.

Look, I know it's only been a minute.

I mean, I don't know if it's all this wine

or this super sweet playlist, but, um...

I like you, Nell.

I think we have a connection.

Like a parts-to-parts connection?

No, like a real one.

Oh.

No, something definitely smells bad.

So, James wanted more. How did you break it to him?

Nell: Oh. Well, you know,

as a mature and healthy woman,

I told him that we were just in different places,

and although I've enjoyed his company,

I just don't share his feelings.

Wow, really? No.

I faked having a bad reaction to the cheese plate,

and I got the hell out of there.

Ah, there she is. That tracks.

He was supposed to be just, like, a fun thing, you know?

And I almost got out clean,

and then he suddenly, you know, started "feeling something."

You know, I feel like the gravitational pull

of our unsexiness just was way too strong,

and we just sucked James into our boring domestic orbit.

Wow, you're making a great case for being a parent.

It's fine. You know, just 18 years of celibacy, per kid.

Oh, no. Sam: What?

He's putting flowers on my desk.

Looks like you broke James Gorski.

Oof. Okay, so, um...

...the obvious solution here

is that I'm going to live in this office

until James leaves town and stop texting him

until he eventually gives up.

Right?

Fine, I'll go talk to him.

Uh, no, I was gonna say you can sleep under the desk

and pee in the trash as long as you empty it in the morning.

But, no, sure, go be an adult.

So I went back and forth about the flowers.

But then I realized that going back and forth

about the flowers meant that I cared.

And so I just -- I-I bought 'em to show

that I don't -- I don't care.

So here we are.

Aw, James Gorski.

Uh-oh. I got full-named.

That's not good.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to have fun and get myself back out there for a second,

and, please, please, don't take this the wrong way, but I --

I thought that you'd be the perfect guy for it.

No, I get it. I-I get it.

I'm single. I travel for work.

My eyes naturally sparkle.

They do. Yeah.

But, um...

...honestly, I think I'm getting tired of it.

You know, moving around from places and people,

never having anything to hold onto.

I don't know, it made me think maybe I...

want someone that I could, you know,

watch "Moana" 37 times with.

Ironically, I am the queen of those kind of relationships.

Mm. Yeah, my last one with Phillip,

I was all in, until I wasn't.

And, I mean, in normal circumstances,

you are -- you're probably my type.

You know... Oh.

...you're amazing and beautiful

and very, very tall.

And we have chemistry.

But you're just not feeling it?

I mean, honestly,

I'm not feeling much of anything these days.

Hmm.

Uh, wow. So I should, um,

I should probably take a closer look at that.

No, don't. I totally get it.

I've been there, not feeling things.

Huh.

If -- If I can give you a little bit of advice?

♪♪

Don't stay there too long.

I'll try not to.

Good.

Okay.

Alright, uh...

It was great meeting you.

Same. I'm gonna go now.

Okay.

Um, but don't you watch me walk away,

'cause you haven't earned that at all.

Oh! Okay? You haven't.

Today was leg day, too, so...

♪♪

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Edward: Nell, I got one match.

I am so sorry.

No, it's great.

She's a social activist/ video game designer

with a lot of opinions on sushi,

which she wants to discuss with me,

incidentally, over Italian food.

That's great.

I'm really happy for you, Edward.

♪ Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? ♪

Well, I guess this is our final walk

before you chase that giant tennis ball in the sky.

So, go ahead, do what you want.

Lift that little ghost leg up on anything you like.

I'm gonna miss you.

You're a good little wingman.

Easy to talk to, you give excellent flirting advice.

♪ Where's my love? ♪

I just wish you can stick around long enough

to help me figure out why I haven't

felt anything for anyone in so long.

But I guess you can only do so much rescuing, huh?

♪ Ooh, don't wanna cry, but I break that way ♪

Oh.

I guess we're walking.

♪♪

Hey! Hey, buddy. ♪ If you ran away ♪

I -- I don't think any of these restaurants are open.

I guess I can buy you a steak and let you smell it.

Hey!

♪ Just come home ♪

♪♪

Phillip?

♪♪

Oh, I felt that.

No, we don't want to miss out on this opportunity.

We have a replacement coming in right this --

He's here now. He's here now.

Um, uh, okay. What -- What is happening?

James left. Apparently, he had some war to go to or something.

So today is your lucky day.

Uh, okay.

Oh. O-kay.

Um, how long do I have?

And we're live in three...

Smile. ...two...

Joining us now, an editor with the SoCal Independent,

Dennis Simbeaux-Jones.

Dennis, do you think the rise in oil prices around the globe

will blunt consumer confidence here in this country?

Dennis, say something.

Say anything.

Um, yes, great question.

Uh, "blunt" makes me think of Emily Blunt,

which makes me think of "The Devil Wears Prada."

L-Let me get this straight.

Did you just compare the rise of crude oil prices

to an Anne Hathaway film?

In fact, Colleen, I did.

Just as Ms. Hathaway's Andy

does not understand how Oscar de la Renta's

choice of cerulean in 2002

leads her to wearing a lumpy blue sweater

four years later,

neither does the average consumer

understand how market trends at the global level

affect what they're paying at the pump.

There you have it.

Dennis Simbeaux-Jones,

an editor with the SoCal Independent.

Thoughtful, enigmatic, relatable.

You have certainly given us food for thought.

Will you be joining us next week?

I certainly will, Colleen.

And we're clear.

Wow, Dennis, I had no idea

you could be so confident under fire.

I did.